Page 112 of We Are Just Us

“You seem flustered.”

“I’m not flustered.”

“You’re definitely flustered.”

Rory ran a hand through his hair. “I was in the middle of something.”

“Oh?” Kieran’s smile turned wicked. “What kind of something?”

“Nothing. Just nothing.”

“Can I come in?”

Rory hesitated for a second. But Kieran caught it.

“Sure,” he said, stepping aside.

Kieran walked in, glancing around. The living room looked normal, mostly. Except for the laptop sitting open on the coffee table in front of the couch. And next to it, unmistakable even from across the room, a familiar bottle.

Lube.

Kieran stopped. Looked at the laptop. Looked at the lube. Looked at Rory.

“Oh my god,” Kieran said, his grin widening. “I did interrupt something.”

Rory’s face went red. “No.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not!”

“Rory.” Kieran crossed his arms, thoroughly enjoying this. “You are absolutely lying.”

Rory sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay. Fine. Yes. You interrupted me. Happy?”

“Extremely.” Kieran walked over to the couch and sat down directly in front of the laptop. “What were you watching?”

“The Weather Channel.”

Kieran barked out a laugh. “Bullshit.”

He reached for the laptop, and Rory lunged forward. “Don’t!”

But Kieran was faster. He angled the screen toward himself.

The video was paused. Frozen on the screen was a man, shirtless, hairy, greased up and sitting in a chair with his arms behind his head, armpits fully exposed. Below the frame, a pair of hands were wrapped around the man’s cock.

Kieran blinked. Then he looked up at Rory, who was standing there, mortified enough to disappear through the floor.

“Well,” Kieran said. “This is interesting.”

“Can we not?”

“No, no. We’re absolutely doing this.” Kieran settled back into the couch, making himself comfortable. “Sit down.”

Rory sat, looking miserable.

“So. Twitter porn. That’s your thing?” Kieran paused. “Also, you still use Twitter? I thought everyone migrated.”